Be My Guest On Tuesday: Siren Allen and Kiss Me Keep Me

tuesdayIt’s Tuesday again and it’s time for you to meet the next book on your list. My guest today is the sweet and spicy Siren Allen who presents the second installment of her Mechanical Men series. If you enjoy your romance with a sci-fi setting and you always wondered what it would be like to have a man design to please you, that book may be right for you. Even if sci-fi isn’t right up your street, check out her sizzling excerpt. Today is also the last day you can get the book for the bargain price of 0.99cents. Enter her giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift card over the next few days. 

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Blurb:

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But, who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.
Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But, something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust.

He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

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Excerpt

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he scooted closer to her.

“Please, Zain. Lick me now, right now. That’s an order.”

Zain nodded. He was created to follow orders. He swiped his tongue between her folds. Heat flowed over his body. Her taste was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Zain swiped his tongue over her again, then again.

She squirmed. He wanted her to be still. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her body closer to his face and ground his mouth against her center. A shudder rippled through him.

Exquisite.

“But,” she groaned. “You said you didn’t know, how to do, the sex part.”

This wasn’t the sex part. This was so much better. He’d seen this in one of the videos and he’d wondered why anyone would want to do this. Now he knew. And he didn’t want to stop.

He closed his eyes and continued to lick her, consume her. Her moans filled the air, exciting him further. Her fingers slid into his hair, nails dug into his scalp as she held his head close to her.

Her hips lifted up and down, the wetness at her center sliding against his tongue. It was amazing. The more her body moved, the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the harder his cock became.

The harder his cock became, the more he wanted to stroke it. He’d never wanted to stroke that thing. However, right now, it needed attention. Her attention.

“Zain, I… this feels so… I’m about to come.”

Come? He’d heard that word before. He searched his database for its meaning. Orgasm. His mate was about to have an orgasm, because of him. Pride filled him. He licked her faster.

When he flicked his tongue across the bud above her center, she jerked and screamed his name. Interesting. He did it again and was gifted with a similar response. It would take him years to learn everything about her body.

And he would enjoy every minute of it. He wrapped his lips around her tiny nub and sucked. He opened his eyes to watch her response. She tossed her head back and screamed. Not because he was hurting her, but because he was pleasuring her.

Why the hell did he feel liquid building behind his eyes? He was not a crier. Even if he were, this was not a crying occasion. Tears were for sadness. Aoki had told him so. He wasn’t sad. In fact, he’d never been happier.

His mouth was on his mate’s flesh. Her body was aroused because of him. She was jerking and gyrating because of him. He was providing pleasure to her. Something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to do.

This was a happy moment. Yet, he was blinking back stupid tears. Underneath him, her thighs began to tremble. She jerked once, then again. Her essence coated his tongue. Sweet nectar.

He drank it in as her body began to relax. He continued rubbing his tongue over her nub, between her folds. Her hands fell away from him, and still he licked her.

“No more,” she whispered. “I can’t come… again.”

Sure she could.

“Please, Zain. I have to rest.” She smiled down at him.

Fine, he would allow her to rest, just for a moment. Then he would lick her some more. After swiping his tongue over her one last time, he released her thighs and scooted back a little. She patted the bed next to her. He shook his head. He wanted to stay where he was. He wanted to be in position to pleasure her again once she was ready.

“Zain, I want you next to me.”

He tore his gaze away from her center to stare into her eyes. She wanted him next to her. He wanted to be next to her. But… he stared at her core once more. He wanted to be right here also.

“How long before you’ll be ready again?” He asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“What can I do to speed it up?”

For the month of February, Kiss Me, Keep Me is only 0.99. It’s also FREE with Kindle Unlimited. So hurry up and get your copy today.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

61mghjndt-l-_sy200_Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. I have no children…yet, wish me luck! My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

I don’t cook, I tried it once, didn’t work out for me. My husband however, loves to cook. Which is one of the qualities that drew me to him. My weekends are spent writing and having sleep-overs for my wonderful nieces and nephews. I don’t know the feeling of motherhood but if it’s anything close to what I feel for my nieces and nephews then I know it is an intense unbreakable bond that can never, ever be severed. Yep, I love those kids that much and more. You can find out more about me on my website ~ http://sirenallen.com.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Christina Mandara And The Velvet Chair

tuesdayGood morning everyone and have a happy Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it. One of the things that annoy me most about the traditional happily ever after is that it always has to be about marriage. To be more precise, wedding. As if that is the happiest point in anyone’s life. So, it’s a great pleasure to invite as my guest the lovely Christina Mandara and her latest novel, The Velvet Chair. In her world wedding is not the end, it’s simply the beginning of what promises to be one helluva twisted fun. Join Mark Matthews and Jennifer Redcliff down the aisle and prepare for all the wicked things he’d do to his bride. If you’re bold and daring enough you might even join Ms. Mandara’s giveaway competition so you’d get a chance to win some delicious prizes.

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

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Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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Giveaway of Strangers In The Night: The Challenge, Already Live on Amazon

I’ve felt the need to indulge in some classic romp – delicious kinky erotica that starts like a classic extra-marital affair to turn into a wild taboo orgy of the senses and desires. This is my brand new series Strangers in that will include at least 5 books covering the adventures of the only night two hyper-sexual perverts can share. And even if it starts on a little tame note don’t be misled, things will get filthier after the initial build up. To celebrate the start of the series I decided to organize a little giveaway.

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